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His name was Ryan. I had seen him in the gym every time I went. It was people like him that made me want to skip the work out. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He stood about 6'2”, which put him a few inches taller than me. He was probably around 200lbs of pure, toned muscle. He was buzzed, but what little hair he had gave the top of his head a nice brown glow. He had the deepest blue eyes, or so I thought from the few times I managed to catch his eyes. He had a powerful jaw that held the most delicate lips. He was nothing like me. I was just under 6ft, thin, but tone. I had never been with man before, but I had a wild imagination. Ryan and I never really talked, but from what little we have, I could tell he was a really nice guy. I always ended up on the machine closest to him and one day, it paid off.

It was pretty late, and I had just come from work. I changed in the locker room and headed out to the floor. I had just finished watching Ryan do his first set on the bench press, I mean stretching out. I got up off the floor and did a set or two on the butterfly press. As I finished my last set I heard a hypnotic voice. "Hey, do you think you could spot me on my last set" I was still running over the voice in my head. It was deep and powerful, but soothing at the same time. I turned to my right to find its origin, only to be greeted by Ryan’s shirtless, ripped abs. As much as I wanted to look lower, I decided it would be rude for now so I went the other way. My eyes traveled up his perfect body to his eyes. "What was that?" I asked.

Honestly, I just wanted to hear his voice again. "I was wondering if you would spot me on my last set. If you’re busy I can get the…"

"NO, no its ok. Id be glad to." No trainer was going to take this view away from me. I don’t care how big a trainer you find, I would kick his ass for this view. I followed him to the press he was using. It wasn’t very far. Imagine that. As he laid down, I noticed the sweat glistening all over his torso. The light made him look like polished stone. I could see his pecs bounce a bit as he slid back into position. It wasn’t until he was placing his hands on the bar that I noticed how much weight was actually on the bar. He had four 45lbs weights on each side.

"Hold on a sec. I don’t know if you notice, but I’m not the biggest guy. Don’t push yourself to much, because I don’t know how much help I’ll actual be." He laughed a little, "I trust ya" and gave me a little wink.

With little force, he picked up the massive bar. I counted as he raised and lowered the bar. In the back of my mind, I was actual more interested in his chest. I couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight of his pecs at their fullest. Pushing wish all his strength.